Old-Timey & New-Fangled

Holy Roller, Roll
Oh my baby, she’s sweet,
oh my baby, she’s so fine,
oh my baby, she’s sweet,
she’s as sweet as the summertime.

Holy roller, roll on time,
you’ve got to – holy roller, roll.

Oh my baby, she’s sweet,
oh my baby, she’s so fine,
the only trouble with my baby,
is that my baby, well, she ain’t mine.

Holy roller, roll on time,
You’ve got to – holy roller, roll.

Honey Baby

You ain’t got the time, to show me what is yours and mine,
Do you honey baby, do you?

It’s been a long time since I’ve seen your face,
it’s been a long time since you’ve shown me the way,
it’s been a long time, honey, sure has been a while,
but I say, do you honey baby, do you?

You’re headed on a plane out west, it’s been a while I must confess,
do you honey baby, think of me?

It’s been a long time since I’ve seen your face
it’s been a long time since you’ve shown me the way,
it’s been a long time, honey, sure has been a while,
but I say, do you honey baby, do you?

You’re headed on a train out west, it’s been a while I must confess…

It’s been a long time since I’ve seen your face,
it’s been a long time since you’ve shown me the way,
it’s been a long time, honey, sure has been a while,
but I say, do you honey baby, do you?

So It Goes, So It Be

So it goes, so it be, once a sapling is a mighty oak tree.
The tide flows in, the tide flows out, I sip a little porter, I sip a little stout.
Love burns hot, and love it fades, only when the sun is shining can you find a spot of shade.
Go wash your linens, your nightcoat too, maybe then I’ll lay next to you.
So it goes, so it be, I’m flowing to the river, I’m flowing to the sea.

The Old Clapboard Box

All my life I’ve been cared for by my own hazy crown,
when the first frost comes to sharpen up the blades on the ground,
all my life I’ve been cared for by my own hazy crown,
just lay in my bed and count the stars in my head.

The wind blows black and the wind blows gold.

Put the shutters down on that old clapboard box,
go and close all the doors and lock all the locks,
put the shutters down on that old clapboard box,
and hail to the queen, she’s the fattest that I’ve seen.

The wind blows black and the wind blows gold.

When that great hand comes down fromt the sky up above,
and fills our eyes with smoke and batters us with love,
when that great hand comes down fromt the sky up above,
I’ll be out the next day, smell the blossoms on my way.

The wind blows black and the wind blows gold.

A Good Hand

I watch the progress of the sunrise melt away my night eyes, and melt the night ice off of my tent.
And as the smoke pours down the river, she’s a taker and she’s a giver, she bends through lazy willows bent.

She’s a good hand if you’re gambling, she’s got a nice sillouette
she’s a good hand to be holding, but be careful she’s hard to forget.

And as the sun pours through the morning, like the honey bees that are swarming,
go to bed when it’s cold, get up when it’s still cold.
I think I’ll have benedict for breakfast, I look at the money clenched in my fist, okay, alright I’ll just have beans.

She’s a good hand if you’re gambling, she’s got a nice sillouette
she’s a good hand to be holding, but be careful she’s hard to forget.

It was the first snow of the season, which should give me a reason to go find some place where it’s warm,
but I think I’ll keep heading up the river, yes she’s a taker and she’s a giver, up to where the honey bees swarm.

She’s a good hand if you’re gambling, she’s got a nice sillouette
she’s a good hand to be holding, but be careful she’s hard to forget.

I watch the progress of the sunrise, melt away my night eyes and melt the night ice off of my tent,
just then the Wonder Bread truck passes, and kindly passes gasses, but oh hell, it’s still mostly ideal.

She’s a good hand if you’re gambling, she’s got a nice sillouette
she’s a good hand to be holding, but be careful she’s hard to forget.

Sweet Little Cob of Yellow Corn

I knit my darling a quilt from your soft white silk,
you sweet little cob of yellow corn.

I’ll get a hundred dollar bill if I put you in my still,
you sweet little cob of yellow corn.

And I’ll grind you into flour and I’ll bake you for an hour,
you sweet little cob of yellow corn.

I’ll cut your stalks back in the fall, until next year – thats all.
you sweet little cob of yellow corn.

I Get By

Well I’ve spent my whole life trying to get by
but lord I can’t get along, Lord I get by.

I ain’t got no saviour, I ain’t got no home,
I ain’t got no sacious, but I know I’ll get along.

Well good God what a plan was the ocean,
how could I get by? How could I get by?

I ain’t got no saviour, I ain’t got no home,
I ain’t got no sacious, but I know I’ll get along.

Ode To Autumn

There’s more gold in one leaf of a cottonwood tree than in all the great chapels of Rome,
In an arroyo in fall seems to tell all the things I had not known.

So let me play your guitar, and sing a song for you that already are.

The marigolds have gone to seed so guess that means we need to sweep the chimney and take off the screen door.
Put some wood up on the porch, I can smell that fire scorching a half an inch of dust on the top.

So let me play your guitar, and sing a song for you that already are.

All the hens are bound to roost, just like they always do, in a bed of straw just knowing snow is near.
While the horses grudge and neigh, the dry switch back to hay, while the season takes it’s last breath for another year.

So let me play your guitar, and sing a song for you that already are.

Nobody’s Fool

I might just raise me some hens out in the barn, I might quit my job, might go live out on the farm.
But I ain’t gonna be, nobody’s fool but my own.

Potatoes in a patch, I’ve got a little plot of corn, I’ve got rows and rows of green beans waiting to be born.
But I ain’t gonna be, nobody’s fool but my own.

In house, outhouse, just dig a bigger track, there may be two feet of snow but I’ve got big boots in the back.
But I ain’t gonna be, nobody’s fool but my own.

You’re right I guess you’re the lucky one, got a strip mall every mile, and all I’ve got’s a spring-fed creek – roars just like the nile.
But I ain’t gonna be, nobody’s fool but my own.

You may just write me off, say I’m living in the past, but I say empires are meant to crumble only stars are meant to last.
But I ain’t gonna be, nobody’s fool but my own.

It’s Good To Get Up In The Morning

You whistle like a lark and you sing like a jay,
it’s good to get up in the morning.

The drippings are in the cast iron pan on the stove,
it’s good to get up in the morning.

You’re quaking like a leaf and you shiver like a pine,
it’s good to get up in the morning.

You’re dripping like sap you’re bending like a bow,
it’s good to get up in the morning.

You shiver like a lark and you sing like a jay,
it’s good to get up in the morning.

Jealous Sea

Oh that wind sails from the East, every time that it blows you away from me,
that cruel sky has yet to cease, when mornings turn to evenings, into nights like these,
she done got blowed away.

If you rake and hoe, I will pull the weeds and all the world will surely be green,
and then the earth no fruit shall bear, untill you are back here with me.

Oh that sea on down below, i equip my ship with sails but the winds won’t blow,
I knock a hole through the floor of my boat, but that goddamn jealous sea just keeps keeping me afloat.

If you rake and hoe, I will pull the weeds, all the world will surely be green,
and then the earth no fruit shall bear, untill you are back here with me.

Load of Pine

Going up the backyard, get me a load of pine.
Bring it on down the mountain with a tractor and a line.

Bring it on down…

Save the oak grove for later, later on in the year.
It is bound to get much colder, before the spring time is here.

Bring it on down…

Put in that red steel wedge and hit it with a maul.
Hear those splinters crack and watch the peices fall.

Put it in the woodshed or stack it on the porch,
pile it in the Ashley, light a match and watch it scorch.

Bring it on down…

I’m Alright, I’m Okay

There’s no getting over me now, no getting over me now.
I’m not saying that I’m proud, but there’s no getting over me now.

But I’m alright, yes I’m okay.

It’s always summertime down in Florida, I guess Thanksgiving is never going to come.
It’s always Thanksgiving time down where I come from…

But I’m alright, yes I’m okay.

Don’t get over me yet, just please don’t get over me yet.
I’m not saying that I’m bound to forget you baby, but there’s no getting over me now.

But I’m alright, yes I’m okay.

Let My Last Breath Exclaim…

When my time on Earth is done Lord, and I say my final prayer,
got my family all around me, and there is music in the air.

Let my last breath exclaim a single word… Hallelujah.

Well there are angels all around me, and they say that I’ve got my wings,
but I won’t be for certain untill I hear those angels sing.

Let my last breath exclaim a single word… Hallelujah.

It Is Red, But It Is Not A Wooden Swing

My thumb has got a blister, about the size of a nickel,
and my palm holds a nickel about the size of a dime.

I try to jump the car battery with incence and flattery,
but there’s something inside of me that says ‘just try the key.’

But grab the rope and hope for hope and pray and hope that you’ll see…
Another day after me.

It is red, but it not a wooden swing, it is red but it is a good’n swing,
it flies right through the air back forth, north to south and south to north.

But grab the rope and hope for hope and pray and hope that you’ll see…
Another day after me.

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